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Said or Unsaid
—Uncollected Poems —
by Alan Goldfarb
Uncollected
I left my poems on the bus
so they’d look well read.
I buried the ones that seemed
to my ear half dead.
I swallowed the rest so at last
I would feel well fed.
So why do I still hear them,
said or unsaid?
88 pages, 6" x 9"
ISBN: 978-1-61170-078-7
Published by: Robertson Publishing (RP) |
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Words Together, Words Alone
—Selected Poems —
by Alan Goldfarb
The Last Day
If this were the last day,
the last hour,
what would we do?
You would try to reach me
on my cell phone
or the phone by my bed.
Somehow your call gets through
the Pentagon, the Kremlin, Beijing.
You had forgotten your password –
something like whoosh, or wash,
maybe wish – the sound the wind makes
in a grove of aspens.
Yes, they said, we know that word.
86 pages, 6" x 9"
ISBN: 978-1-61170-037-4
Published by: Robertson Publishing (RP)
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Alan Goldfarb: Born and raised in Chicago. He is a graduate of Grinnell College and Syracuse University, where he received a masters degree in public administration.
He worked for the federal government for many years in New York, Chicago and San Francisco, and was a Visiting Scholar at the University of California, Berkeley where he also served three terms on the city council.
Alan and his wife Arlene have three children and live in the San Francisco Bay Area. |
Alan's poem "Jogging in Central Park" appeared in New York Times' "Metropolitan Diary" Aug. 30, 2010.
JOGGING IN CENTRAL PARK
What a gift the fog is
as I circle the Reservoir
on a summer day, my breath
entering the fog's breath.
Now the voices behind me
moving closer and closer,
as two women in flowing scarves
overtake me. How can they run
and talk so easily, as if they were
sitting at the Plaza having tea?
The younger one stops to ask me
the time. 6:45, I reply.
--Very nice! she says. (I can tell
she's practicing her English.)
I try to say something friendly,
in Chinese, and she answers
in perfect English,
--In your dreams!
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